[ModelT-MsDollie]

Here are some oldies tossed in from around 1996-1997 .

I dedicate these next stories to our friends Dave and Tracy.

--- Met by accident and became immediate booby game playing partners. Sadly the friendship ended because of an accident, a nasty auto accident. But in the short time we knew our friends we had some interesting times.
These stories involve other people who we really never knew. People who gave Dollie and I a look into the way “the other half lived.”

----------------LET’S GET NAKED
---Retired and moved from Illinois to NW Florida June 1994. Planned on going back to visit family, neighbors, and friends every other year, while vacationing in that general direction. The odd years would be spent wandering around Florida, southern states, and maybe up the East Coast. Since we raised from a tiny baby, then adopted, our first grandson, we now had a five year old boy to educate. Not really in our retirement plans! So our vacations were still limited.
---We’d pack the van and travel from the time school was out till it started again. This gave us plenty of time to roam. We didn’t buy another RV or motor home because we were spending much time in motels and cabins with our street rods. Also, we’d bought five acres in the boonies and it felt as if we were camping everyday. The Chevy van did fine during summers, with the addition of a portable screen room next to it. After all, we mostly just slept in the van. Sounds primitive but we had window AC, small heater, micro-wave, plenty of flouresent lights etc.
---With over two months each summer, there was rarely a hurry to get from point “A” to point “B”. When traveling to and from Central Illinois we had a habit of camping in Southern Illinois at our favorite campground. It has a large lake and lots of camp sites spread out over a wooded area. Some right near the two swimming beaches. Over many years, we’d met and knew many other locals who spent summers camped there. It was nice stopping there to swim, sunbath, and visit old friends. All of this to get to our newest friends.
---1996, Son Steven was now seven. We’d met other campers with young boys. We’d left Steven playing with them and decided to ride through the large campground, perhaps lookin for some photo opportunities. As usual Dollie wore very short hot pants, or a bikini. Me, my favorite short shorts. This time she had on hot pants and a halter type top.
---While driving slowly in the van through an isolated small loop with only a few tents scattered here and there, I spotted a nice ass! As I sometimes did, I said something about her cute cheeks. Tracy, blonde and young, said “Hi Florida”, as she saw our van pass by. Next thing we knew these two young dudes were waving and hollering for us to stop and have a beer. Whoooa van! We did.
--- That’s how we met Dave and Tracy, our soon to be new nudist friends. There was another man staying with them. Two guys and one female in a tent. As I remember they lived not far away and were spending summer in the tent. The men would go to work construction during the day and leave Tracy and the dog alone. This was typical for campgrounds where people could set up and stay year around. They’d go to work, then come back to camp to relax and play.
---As soon as we climbed out of the van, the conversation turned to tits and ass. Dollie’s and Tracy’s cheeks were exposed, as was ample boob from both gals. For some reason the conversation quickly turned to nudity. Seems Tracy and the guys, one her boyfriend, slept in the nude and often sat next to the fire at night buck naked. Nice to be in a secluded area. We soon found out Tracy owned a small mobile home near Gainesville, Florida and Dave had just finished a job near there. Not many miles from where we lived! She had come back to southern Illinois with Dave.
---They began asking us questions about nudity and if we knew of places to run around naked. Did we? We explained about the two nude beaches we’d recently discovered on the East Coast of Florida. And our semi-secluded five acres. When they asked more questions, I told how I mow the lawn naked, we swim in our pool naked, and mostly, when our son is in school, we git naked.
--- Sometime during that first meeting both gals flashed. Tracy’s boobs were small and hung low for a young gal. Still tits are tits! We visited Dave and Tracy, drank beer and had cook outs the next few days. When asked, we gave them our phone number and address, figuring that’s the last we’d see of them. They knew approximately when school was out and when we’d be back home.
---From Southern Illinois we headed up to where I was born and raised, Central Illinois. We did our visiting thing, wandered around camping, and finally summer was over. We were back home in Florida only two days, we came back from town, and a familiar maroon pick up truck sat near the garage. There was Dave and Tracy! Seems like the more they talked about Florida, us, and running around naked, the more they had the desire to return.
---Don’t know the details, but they ended up living back in Tracy’s ex-husband’s old single wide trailer outside of Gainesville. Actually in a small subdivision we passed close to every time we’d go to Gainesville. They loved our little place in the boonies. Nothing except 80 acres of Pine forest across the dirt dead end road and five acre lots along the other side. Could barely see parts of the roofs of those places next to ours. And the homes behind are screened by wooded areas at the rear of all lots.
---Even though we have two open acres of grass in front, there are small wooded areas blocking most of the view of our mobile home. A neat thing about gravel, when a vehicle does come down the road, we hear it in time to cover up or hide. As much as I said it would never happen, we now lived on a dirt road in a stinkin trailer!
---Dave and Tracy loved the place and began making party plans. First thing they both asked “can we really get naked on your deck and in your pool?” This was the area we’d spend most of our time naked. Behind the house, 2 1/2 car garage, and a small storage shop, it was even hidden from someone who did walk up to the house. Even the little old lady who lived there before us admitted to skinny dippin.
---Dave and Tracy were coming over several times a month to sunbath, swim, and party naked. Funny, it took Tracy several visits before she took her short shorts off. After that, we were just two couples drinkin beer, cookin on the grille, and laughin. The nudity seemed normal, as it does on beaches and other places in time. After all, we were born naked and will end up naked after we die.
---We never did get too wild with Dave and Tracy. Fondled both pairs of titties, and maybe patted bare asses. What I remember most was when we knew they were on their way over, I'd be out at the end of our driveway naked, or jump out from next to the pumphouse next to the drive.
--- Something that shocked Dave was one time at their house Dollie removed her top and had Dave fondle her boobs next to his truck as I took photos. His truck was right along the little main street in the subdivision. Neighbors across the road were watching. We didn't care because thier teen aged daughters were often topless in a wadding pool.
---We’d also party at Tracy’s small mobile home and at a few of their fun loving neighbors. We met a lot of kinky people through Dave and Tracy. Saw a lot of teenaged girls who turned into drunken druggie wh*r*s entertaining young men. A lot of divorced desperate older women who’d trade their sole for a drink or a weed. Found out that in those low classed neighborhoods lived low classed neighbors! Somehow we stayed basically sober, untouched, and entertained. To us, Dave and Tracy were just friends we could get naked with.
--- Dave and Tracy had never been to Bike Week. We were going to take them in a few months. Before this, we took them to the East Coast and the nude beach, many biker bars, and other places where Tracy and Dollie could show off. It was warm that February weekend. Tracy and Dave had been on our deck partying naked and drinking beer as if it were water. Tracy mentioned to Dollie they were out of money and nearly out of gas. Had to go 50 miles home and then Tracy had to drive the truck a few miles to work in the middle of the night. Dollie loaned Tracy (gave) something like $25. Gas was still around $1 a gallon then. As I wrote, they loved their beer. Instead of buying gas on the way home they bought a case of bottled beer and some snack food.

---Tracy was on her way to work just a few miles from home. Middle of the night, only ¼ mile from the road to where Tracy lived, on a well lighted divided four lane highway, Tracy ran out of gas. Drunk, she walked across the median and directly in front of a fast moving car. Young girl driving it. Girl panicked and got hysterical. Tracy didn’t die immediately. She was mangled beyond recognition after being thrown over the car and into the next lane, in front of another car. Tracy lived maybe a week, tubes and wires everywhere. We lost a dear friend just because they had to have another beer---and another!
Perhaps this is why we only have one drink occasionally. Life is too precious to waste it. We still remember Tracy sayin “let’s get naked.”
R.I.P. Tracy F.